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CONTENTS. 


THE  EDITOR  TO  HIS  YOUNG  FRIENDS 

THE  TRAVELLER  AND  THE  LARK 

THE  OWL     .... 

THE  CUCKOO  AND  THE  NIGHTINGALE 

WHAT  A  CHILD  HAS 

LAUS  DEO 

THE  DISCOYERY 

A  PRAYER  FOR  A  PURE  HEART 

THE  HEART  A  BELL 

THE  BIRDS  FUNERAL 

THE  FOX  AND  THE  GOOSE 

THE  ANGELS'  SONG 

NOW  MAIDENS  WE  PRESS  ON 

THE  TOYMAN    . 

THE  BIRDS  AND  THE  ANGELS 

THE  FISHERMAN 

OUR  FATHER     . 

THE  ORPHAN    . 

A  BOYS  DUTY 

LISTEN  TO  A  SPORTSMAN'S  FUNNY  TALE 

THE  DOLLS  CRADLE  SONG 

POOR  GOOSEY 

THE  BOY  AND  THE  BIRD'S  NEST 

TO  A  BIRD 

CRADLE  SONG 

GOOD  NIGHT      . 

THE  NEIGHBOR 

THE  WATCHMAN 

THE  SANDMAN 

AN  EVENING  PRAYER 

GUARDIAN  ANGELS 

THE  FARM  YARD 

THE  SUN 


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MORNING  SONG 

BROTHER  JACOB  .  

NOW  I  WILL  TELL,  YOUR  ATTENTION  TO  JOG     . 

THE  WAGONER 

WINTER  AND  THE  CHILDREN     .  . 

CHRISTMAS  GIFTS       .       .    .  .  .  . 

CHRISTMAS  EVE 

THE  VIEW  IN  THE  MILL 

THE  OBSTINATE  CHICKEN 

FOR  BOYS  AT  PLAY  . 

COME  HITHER  AND  LISTEN,  I'LL  TELL  YOU  A  TALE'    . 

THE  STORK 

THE  PRESENT  . 

THE  ROCKING-HORSE 

THE  COURIER    .  .  .  . 

SONG  FOR  BOYS  AT  PLAY 

THE  ARCHER 

SIT  DOWN  ON  THE  TURF  WITH  ME     . 

WHEN  THE  SNAIL  IN  ITS  SHELL  KEEPS  STILL  ITS  HEAD 

NOW  LIST  TO  WHAT  THE  LAZY  MAID 

THE  BROOM  AND  THE  ROD  COME  FROM  THE  SAME  TREE 

NOW,  MY  DEARS,  I'D  HAVE  YOU  KNOW 

NOW  HEAR,  BEHIND  THE  ARM-CHAIR'S  BACK       . 

THE  BEWILDERED  COOK 

ROUND  RING     .       .     .  .  .  .  .  . 

IF  ANY  BOY  FOR  A  SOLDIER  WOULD  GO  . 

THE  GOOD  COMRADE 

JACKY  AND  DOLLY  YOU  HERE  MAY  SEE  . 

THE  BEE 

WHAT  I  SHOULD  NOT  LIKE         ... 

DRESSING  THE  HAIR 

TO-DAY, YESTERDAY,  AND  TO-MORROW 
COME  HERE,  MY  JESSIE!  TELL  TO  ME 

THE  FAIRIES 

THE  OWL  AND  THE  HAWK  .       '    . 

THE  ASS 

THE  BUTTERFLY   .     .     .     .   '  . 


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THE    EDITOR    TO    HIS    YOUNG   FRIENDS. 


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1^3^)  Should  happy  thoughts  belong  ; 

^i      Then  Nature's  voice  delights  to  sing, 


ffir^-c  Enjoyments  powers  are  strong  ; 

-~^2V  So,  dear  young  friends,  to  you  I  bring 


Ah  !  little  children  !  if  ye  knew 
How  angel-eyes,  in  love, 

Look  down  upon  you  from  the  blue 
Of  the  calm  skies  above, 

Ye  would  be  careful  what  ye  do, 
And  eager  to  improve. 

A  joyous  host,  a  countless  band, 
In  robes  of  snowy  white, 

Around  the  Throne,  with  harp  in  hand5 
Take  ever  fresh  delight, 

Young  tender  souls  to  their  sweet  land 
To  beckon  and  invite. 


They  sorrow  o'er  you  suffering, 

They  smooth  your  couch  of  sleep. 

In  danger's  hour  they  succor  bring, 
O'er  you  a  watch  they  keep  : 

In  you,  then,  'twere  a  cruel  thing 
To  make  those  blest  ones  weep  ! 


Each,  like  yourself,  a  little  child 

Once  walked  this  earth  beneath, 

Saw  what  you  see,  and  talked  and  smiled. 
Till  suddenly  came  Death, 

And  churchyard  turf  was  o'er  them  piled — 
Cold  clay — devoid  of  breath. 

But  all  the  good  went  up  to  Gfod, 

To  dwell  with  him  for  aye  : 
Their  road  is  now  a  thornless  road. 

And  bliss  is  theirs  alway  ; 
To  golden  harps  by  Him  bestowed, 

They  carol  night  and  day. 

Brothers  and  sisters  on  that  coast 

Have  met  to  part  no  more  : 
Why  then  should  parents,  sorrow-tost, 

With  sighs  and  tears  deplore  ? 
The  lost  are  not  for  ever  lost — 

They  have  but  gone  before  ! 


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Then  keep  your  hearts  from  error  free ; 

Down  oft  they  look  on  you  ; 
Your  thoughts  they  watch,  your  ways  they  see, 

And  joy  when  you  are  true  : 
To  think  that  ye  condemned  should  be, 

Would  their  high  bliss  subdue  ! 

To  little  children,  who  are  pure 

In  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 

And  shun  what  might  to  ill  allure, 
The  Bible  hath  decreed 

A  glorious  portion,  ever  sure, 
And  help  in  time  of  need. 

Of  themes  befitting  simple  song, 

There  surely  is  no  dearth, 
If  we  but  cast  our  eyes  along 

The  Sea — the  Air — the  Earth  ; 
Nor  can  the  verse  be  reckoned  wrong, 

Which  wakens  harmless  mirth. 


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Man  has  his  seasons,  and  to  each 
Congenial  thoughts  pertain, 

And  pleasures  lie  in  childhood's  reach 
That  life  ne'er  knows  again  ; 

Keep  then  your  white  souls,  I  beseech, 
From  guilt's  polluting  stain. 

Creation's  charms  then  doubly  fair 

Appear  ;  for  all  is  new, 
And,  in  romance's  morning  air, 

Like  diamonds  shines  the  dew, 
Balm  loads  that  air,  no  cloud  of  care 

Dims  the  serene  of  blue. 

Then  mar  not  ye  God's  gracious  plan. 
But,  furthering  his  intent, 

Grow  up  from  Childhood  unto  Man, 
Through  cheerful  years  well  spent 

So  shall  life's  eve  be  like  its  dawn. 
Serene  and  innocent. 


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LARK. 

I  sing  God's  praise  for  life  renewed, 
And  thus  I  show  my  gratitude. 
Always  has  this  sweet  taste  been  mine  ; — 
Is  it  not,  Traveller,  also  thine  ?  " 

And  ever  so  loud  in  the  air  sang  she, 
And  ever  so  glad  on  the  earth  went  he  ; 
Her  wing  was  strong  and  his  step  was  light, 
In  the  lovely  morn  with  its  sun  so  bright ; 
And  Grod  in  heaven  deign'd  to  bless, 
Their  offering  of  thankfulness. 


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THE    CUCKOO    AND    THE    NIGHTINGALE 


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The  Cuckoo  he  has  dropp'd  down  dead. 
From  the  hollow  willow  tree  ; 

Who  shall  the  summer  hours  beguile 
With  pleasant  minstrelsy  ? 


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To  the  slender  twig  in  the  thicket  green. 

Dame  Nightingale  shall  come  ; 
And  merrily  will  she  hop  and  sing, 

When  other  birds  are  dumb. 


WHAT  A  CHILD  HAS. 


The  snail,  see,  has  a  house  ; 

A  fur  coat  has  the  mouse  ; 

The  sparrow  has  its  feathers  brown 

The  butterfly  its  wings  of  down. 


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Now  tell  me,  darling,  what  have  you  ? 
' '  I  have  clothes,  and  on  each  foot  a  shoe 
Father  and  mother,  life  and  glee  ; 
So  good  has  Grod  been  unto  me." 


LAUS    DEO. 


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No  creature  on  the  earth 

Is  scorn'd  by  God  above  ; 
All  owe  to  Him  their  birth, 
To  all  He  shows  His  love. 

Not  man  alone 

His  care  doth  own  ; 

The  bird  sweetly  singing. 

The  fish  swiftly  springing, 

The  honey  bee, 

The  mouse  so  wee, 
All  in  their  own  appointed  ways, 
Unite  to  hymn  their  Maker's  praise. 


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THE    DISCOVERY. 


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I  saw  'mid  its  shadows 

A  flower  rare — 
No  star  more  gleaming, 

No  eye  more  fair. 

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I  thought  to  pluck  it, 

Then  softly  it  said, 
"  Must  I  be  broken 

And  withered  ?" 


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Its  roots  far  spreading 
I  raised  with  care. 

And  home  I  brought  it. 
That  flower  rare. 


In  my  quiet  garden 
I  found  it  room  ; 

Where  now  it  groweth 
In  beauteous  bloom. 


A  PRAYER  FOR  A  PURE  HEART. 


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Lord  !  make  me  a  clean  heart  within  ; 
Close  my  soul's  door  'gainst  every  sin. 
Drive  all  things  evil  from  my  breast, 
Let  no  ill  spirit  in  me  rest. 

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To  Thee  my  gate  I  open  wide, 
Oh  come  and  with  me,  Lord,  abide  ! 
All  wickedness  far  from  me  chase, 
And  make  my  heart  Thy  dwelling-place. 

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And  grant  me,  Lord,  through  faith,  to  see 
The  bliss  of  Heaven  prepared  for  me  ; 
That  I  forever  may  be  Thine, 
Hear,  gracious  God,  this  prayer  of  mine  ! 


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THE    HEART    A    BELL. 


Your  heart  is  beating  day  by  day  : 
If  it  could  speak,  what  would  it  say  ? 
The  hours  of  night  its  pulses  tell. 
Have  you,  my  child,  considered  well. 
What  means  this  restless  little  heart, 
That  doth  so  well  perform  its  part  ? 

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It  is  a  little  bell,  whose  tone 
Is  heard  by  you  and  God  alone. 
At  your  soul's  door  it  hangs  ;  and  there 
His  spirit  stays  with  loving  care, 
And  rings  the  bell,  and  deigns  to  wait 
To  see  if  closed  remains  the  gate. 


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He  rings  and  waits.     Oh  !  then  begin 
At  once  your  prayer,  "  Lord,  enter  in  !" 

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So  when  its  time  on  earth  is  past, 
Your  heart  will  beat  no  more  at  last  ; 
And  when  its  latest  pulse  is  o'er, 
'Twill  go  and  knock  at  heaven's  door, 
And  stand  without  and  patient  wait, 
To  see  if  Christ  will  ope  the  gate, 
And  say,  "  Here  endless  joys  begin, 
Here,  faithful  servant,  enter  in  ! 
I  was  on  earth  thy  cherished  guest. 
And  now  in  Heaven  I  give  thee  rest. 
Receive  at  length  thy  due  reward, 
Enjoy  the  blessings  of  thy  Lord." 


THE    BIRD'S    FUNERAL. 


Here,  in  these  rosy  bowers, 

Sleep,  little  bird  !     "We  crave 

A  spot  beneath  the  flowers 
To  dig  thy  early  grave. 


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So  charming  was  thy  singing  ! 

Thou  wast  to  us  so  dear, 
Thy  voice  hast  ceased  its  ringing, 

And  we  are  weeping  here. 

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Sweet  May  waked  all  her  roses 

Thy  thrilling  notes  to  hear  ; 
And  now  with  mourning  posies 

We  strew  thy  silent  bier. 


THE   FOX    AND    THE    GOOSE. 


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FOX. 

"  Mrs.  Goose,  it  is  such  lovely  weather  ; 
We  ought  to  take  a  walk  together." 

GOOSE. 

"  Mr.  Fox,  I  prefer  to  remain  at  home. 
Just  now  't  was  so  fine  I  was  tempted  to  roam  ; 
But  since  you've  been  standing  near  my  door, 
I  don't  think  it  so  fine  as  it  was  before." 


The  weather  was  fine  enough,  't  was  true, 

The  sun  was  shining,  the  sky  was  blue  ; 

But  the  Groose,  you  must  know,  was  a  little  afraid, 

For  she  knew  what  tricks  Master  Fox  had  played  : 

And  had  she  consented  with  him  to  roam, 

She  would  certainly  never  again  come  horns. 


Hark,  baby,  the  angels, — 
They  are  singing  to  you  ; 
High  and  low  the  full  notes  go, 
Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah. 


NOW  MAIDENS,  WE  PRESS  ON 
YOUR    NOTICE  A   LESSON. 


The  finest  cloth  that  man  can  sell 
Wears  out  when  years  are  past ; 

The  pitcher  oft  goes  to  the  well, 
But  it  is  broke  at  last ; 

And  both  alike  this  moral  tell — 
Virtue  alone  stands  fast. 


THE    TOYMAN. 


|5-y0  HE  Toyman  comes  from  Germany. 
His  shop  contains  rich  stores  ; 
:2s^    Both  dwarfs  and  giants  there  you  see, 
And  Turks,  and  Jews,  and  Moors. 


And  there  a  prancing  steed  I  'spy 
Bearing  a  haughty  knight, 

Whose  castle  crowns  the  rock  on  high. 
With  grate  and  drawbridge  bright. 


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A  curious  wooden  figure  begs 

A  nut  to  crack  beneath  ; 
He  spreads  his  arms  and  sprawls  his  legs. 

And  shows  his  monstrous  teeth. 


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Seeking  his  prey,  his  very  glance 

Has  something  savage  in  it : 
"  Ho  !  nuts  from  England,  Spain,  and  France, 

I'll  crack  you  in  a  minute." 


And  here  a  regiment  appears 

Of  lancers  and  huzzars  ; 
And  there  a  file  of  grenadiers, 

With  banners  from  the  wars. 

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Drums,  trumpets,  pistols,  swords,  and  guns, 
With  fifes  and  marching  band  ; 

The  boy  who  to  the  Toyman  runs 
May  have  all  from  his  hand. 

VII. 

Rocking  and  hobby-horses  stand 

Hard  by  for  boys  to  ride  ; 
And  there,  for  girls,  dolls'  houses  grand, 

And  furniture  beside. 


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With  jointed  dolls,  so  slim  and  spruce, 
And  sofas,  chairs,  and  settles  ; 

And  tea-things  bright,  for  Dolly's  use, 
And  tubs,  and  pails,  and  kettles. 

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And  near  a  sheepfold  all  complete, 

With  shepherd,  dog,  and  flock, 
A  Merry  Andrew  stands,  whose  feet 

Can  give  his  head  a  knock. 
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The  Toyman  makes  him  scratch  his  ear, 

And  preach  a  sermon  after  ; 
While  he  a  roguish  look  doth  wear 

As  if  he'd  burst  with  laughter. 

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Seeing  such  things,  the  children  join 

To  raise  a  joyous  cry  ; 
But  they  whose  purse  is  bare  of  coin 

Can  no  fine  playthings  buy. 


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Oh,  happy  Toyman  !  if  I  had 

The  wealth  which  in  this  place  is, 

I  would  not  stand  and  look  so  sad, 
And  make  such  queer  grimaces. 

XIII. 

If  I  had  every  pretty  thing 

That  you  see  round  you  daily, 

Like  to  the  merry  lark  I  'd  sing, 
And  snap  my  fingers  gaily. 


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THE  BIRDS  AND  THE  ANGELS. 


High  the  feathered  warblers  fly. 
Singing  in  the  clear  blue  sky  ; 
Higher  still  the  angels  soar, 
And  sins:  in  heaven  evermore. 


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Birds,  come  rest  your  wings  awhile, 
With  me  here  the  hours  beguile  ; 
Angels,  downward  turn  your  love, 
Tell  me  of  the  joys  above. 


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Dripping  he  comes  from  the  running  brook, 
The  breeze  his  garments  dries  ; 
The  sea  tempts  him — and  his  baited  hook 
Tempts  that  which  in  it  lies. 

What  's  that  ?— Hush  ! 

A  hare  in  a  bush  ? 

No,  no. — well  ! 

A  snail  in  a  shell  ? 

No — I  guess 

A  silver  fish. — Yes. 


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From  the  angels'  dwelling, 
High  in  heaven  aboves 

Comes  a  whisper,  telling 
Children  God  is  love. 


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Graciously  He  heareth 

Night  and  day  their  prayer 
Father-like  appeareth 

His  unceasing  care. 


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He  with  hand  paternal 

Gives  their  daily  bread  ; 
Helps  from  foes  infernal  ; 

Lifts  the  drooping  head. 

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In  His  Scripture  truly 
Is  this  promise  set — 

Those  who  serve  Him  truly 
Ne'er  will  He  forget. 


[  am  a  poor  and  orphan  child, 

Father  and  mother  both  are  dead  : 
The  cold  and  hunger  drive  me  wild, 
My  clothes  are  rags — I  have  no  bread. 


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Oh  ye  who  rich  and  happy  are, 

And  bless'd  with  parents  fond  and  good, 
Give  me,  I  pray,  some  clothes  to  wear, 

A  morsel  spare  of  wholesome  food. 


A    BOY'S    DUTY. 


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All  good  boys  must  every  day 
What  their  teacher  says  obey, 
Pray  and  sing,  and  read  and  write — 
These  make  heart  and  spirit  light  ; 
And,  with  the  grace  of  Gfod,  each  can 
Thus  become  a  worthy  man. 


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A    rabbit    sit-ting    in     a  bush,  Peep' d  at    me,  and  then  cried,  "Hush." 


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In  a  wood  where  beasts  can  talk, 

I  went  out  to  take  a  walk. 

A  rabbit,  sitting  in  a  bush, 

Peeped  at  me,  and  then  cried,  "  Hush." 

Presently  to  me  it  ran, 

And  its  story  thus  began  : — 


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"  You  have  got  a  gun  I  see  ; 

Perhaps  you  '11  point  it  soon  at  me, 
And  when  I  am  shot,  alack  ! 
Pop  me  in  your  little  sack. 
"When  upon  my  fate  I  think, 
I  grow  faint — my  spirits  sink." 

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"  Pretty  rabbit,  do  not  eat 

Gardener's  greens  or  Farmer's  wheat. 
If  such  thieving  you  begin, 
You  must  pay  it  with  your  skin. 
Honestly  your  living  get, 
And  you  may  be  happy  yet." 


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Sleep,  Dolly,  sleep, 
You  have  time  for  a  nap, 
Need  not  either  read  or  write, 
May  remain  both  day  and  night 
In  your  nightgown  and  cap. 


That  you  may  have  a  quiet  sleep, 

I  '11  sing  to  you  about  Bo-peep  ; 

And  then  I  ol  tell  you  of  Goosey-gander, 

Who  with  Wiggle-waggle  loves  to  wander. 


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POOR    GOOSEY. 


Hey  diddle  diddle, 
What's  that  in  the  straw  ? 
Poor  Goosey  goes  barefoot  with  no  shoes  at  a'  ; 
The  cobbler  has  leather, 

But  no  last  that's  meet 
To  make  for  poor  G-oosey 
Some  shoes  to  her  feet. 

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Hey  diddle  diddle, 
Let's  kill  G-oosey  dead  ; 
She  lays  me  no  eggs  now,  and  nibbles  my  bread. 


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We  '11  pluck  off  her  feathers 
And  make  a  nice  bed, 

On  which  my  dear  Dolly 

Shall  lay  down  her  head. 

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Hey  diddle  diddle, 
Some  trouble  't  will  take, 
To  beg  for  a  penny  to  buy  me  a  cake  ; 
F  11  sell  my  bed,  and  lie 
Down  in  the  straw, 
With  no  feathers  to  prick  me, 
And  no  fleas  to  gnaw. 


THE    BOY    AND    THE   BIRD'S    NEST 


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Who  could  go  higher?     In  truth,  not  L 
Bravely  he  strides 

Over  branch  and  bough  ; 
Softly  he  slides 

To  the  bird's  nest  now. 


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"I  have  it!     Ha!'5 

The  bough  breaks — ah  ! 
He  tumbles  down, 
And  cracks  his  crown. 


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TO    A    BIRD. 


hover    The     blue     sea  o-ver,  To  cool  there  thy  rush-ing  pini  -  ons. 


In  the  azure  sky 

Over  mountains  high, 
Thy  song  sounds  through  air's  dominions. 

And  now  thou  dost  hover 

The  blue  sea  over, 
To  cool  there  thy  rushing  pinions. 


II. 


Through  the  sweeping  cloud, 

Near  the  torrent  loud, 
Thou  canst  fly  o'er  the  wind  victorious 

Or  with  sudden  swoop 

To  the  valley  stoop, 
Oh  thy  life,  happy  songster,  is  glorious. 


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Sleep,  baby,  sleep  ! 

Thy  father  watches  the  sheep, 
Thy  mother  is  shaking  the  dreamland  tree, 
And  down  falls  a  little  dream  on  thee  ; 

Sleep,  baby,  sleep  ! 


Sleep,  baby,  sleep  ! 

The  large  stars  are  the  sheep, 
The  little  stars  are  the  lambs,  I  guess, 
The  fair  moon  is  the  shepherdess ; 

Sleep,  baby,  sleep  ! 

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Sleep,  baby,  sleep  ! 

Our  Saviour  loves  his  sheep ; 
He  is  the  Lamb  of  God  on  high, 
Who  for  our  sakes  came  down  to  die. 

Sleep,  baby,  sleep  ! 


IV. 


Sleep,  baby,  sleep  ! 

[  '11  buy  for  thee  a  sheep, 


With  a  golden  bell  so  fine  to  see, 
And  it  shall  frisk  and  play  with  thee, 
Sleep,  baby,  sleep  ! 

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Sleep,  baby,  sleep  ! 

And  cry  not  like  a  sheep  ; 
Else  will  the  sheep-dog  bark  and  whine, 
And  bite  this  naughty  child  of  mine. 

Sleep,  baby,  Sleep  ! 


VI. 

Sleep,  baby,  sleep  ! 

Away  !  and  tend  the  sheep. 
Away,  thou  black  dog,  fierce  and  wild, 
And  do  not  wake  my  little  child  ! 

Sleep,  baby,  sleep  ! 


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Now  good  night  !     Lay  thy  head 
On  its  pillow  of  roses, 
And  sweet  smelling  posies, 

And  lie  down  in  bed  ; 


If  Gfod  pleases,  with  the  day 
Thou  shalt  rise  again  and  play. 


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Now  good  night !     O'er  thy  sleep, 
Holy  angels  filled  with  love, 
Bringing  visions  from  above, 

Their  calm  watch  shall  keep  ; 

Thou  shalt  dream  of  joys  divine? 

Slumber  sweetly,  baby  mine. 


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Dear  Neighbor,  pray  lend  me  your  lantern  to-night, 
The  sky  it  is  dark  and  the  stars  give  no  light ; 
My  shepherd  has  lost  on  the  mountain  a  lamb, 
And  I  would  fain  carry  it  back  to  its  dam. 


Dear  Neighbor,  pray  lend  me  your  lantern  to-night. 
If  the  glasses  are  dirty  I  '11  rub  them  all  bright ; 
xA.nd  if  one  is  broken,  why  never  mind  that, 
I  '11  cover  the  hole  with  the  brim  of  my  hat. 


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And  then  in  return  I  to  help  you  will  come, 
When  you  from  the  ale-house  again  toddle  home  ; 
I  '11  keep  you  from  stumbling  'mid  darkness  and  storm, 
And  bring  you  home  safely,  and  wrap  you  up  warm. 


THE    WATCHMAN. 


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Yl^    LL  around  is  darksome  night, 


Through  the  streets  till  morning 
Goes  the  Watchman — lonely  wight ! 
Wind  and  weather  scdfrning. 
Silence!  Hist! 
List,  boys,  list ! 
Let  us  not  lose  his  warning. 


*;  Hark  and  mark,  young  masters  mine  ! 
Talking  won't  avail  ye, 
Now  the  clock  is  striking  nine, 
Off  to  bed  go  gaily  ; 


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Till  morning  bright 
Puts  out  my  light, 
And  makes  the  stars  burn  palely. 


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"  But  then  cheerfully  arise 
In  the  morning  early  ; 
Briskly  wash  both  ears  and  eyes, 
That  your  senses  clearly 
*May  discern 
How  to  learn, 
And  no  rod  tickle  you  queerly. 

IV. 

"  Misses  all  and  masters  mine  ! 

A  last  good  wish  I  send  you — 
Moon  and  stars  all  calmly  shine, 
Sleep — and  God  defend  you. 
Far  and  nigh 
May  His  eye 
Compassionately  tend  you!  " 


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Two  boots  have  I,  dear  girls  and  boys, 
With  wondrous  soles  that  make  no  noise ; 
Upon  my  back  a  little  scrip, 
And  hark,  how  softly  I  can  trip  ! 
But  when  I  'm  heard  upon  the  stairs 
5T  is  time  for  you  to  say  your  prayers. 


I  drop  with  care  from  out  my  hand 
Into  your  eyes  two  grains  of  sand, 
And  then  throughout  the  night  you  sleep, 
And  angels  near  their  vigils  keep. 


AN    EVENING    PRAYER. 


Lord,  thine  eye  is  closed  never, 

When  night  casts  o'er  earth  her  hood, 

Thou  remainest  wakeful  ever, 
And  art  like  the  shepherd  good, 


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Who,  through  every  darksome  hour, 
Tends  his  flock  with  watchful  power. 

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Grant,  0  Lord,  that  we  Thy  sheep, 
May  this  night  in  safety  sleep  ; 
And  when  we  again  awake, 
Give  us  strength  our  cross  to  take  : 
And  to  order  all  our  ways 
To  Thine  honor  and  Thy  praise. 


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Or,  if  Thou  hast  willed  that  I 
Must  before  the  morning  die, 
Into  Thy  hands  to  the  end, 
Soul  and  body  I  commend. 

Amen. 


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When  good  children  go  to  sleep 

Then  wake  up  the  stars  so  bright, 
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Watch  through  all  the  livelong  night. 

Down  from  heaven  they  descend 

All  good  children  to  befriend. 


THE    FARM    YARD. 


The  hen  sometimes  comes  out  and  does 

A  noisy  cackling  make, 
The  housewife  understands  and  goes 

The  new  laid  egg  to  take. 


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The  cock,  at  early  morn,  the  men, 
Master,  and  maids,  awakes  ; 

They  turn  and  stretch  themselves,  and  then 
Snore  on  'till  daylight  breaks. 

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The  bairns  wake  not ;  each  little  phiz 

Is  fast  in  slumber  bound  ; 
They  think,  of  all  things,  good  sleep  is 

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IV. 

Let  rest  due  strength  and  vigor  bring, 
Then  be  your  tasks  begun  ; 

There  is  a  time  for  every  thing 
Beneath  the  glorious  sun. 


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G-et  up,  dear  children,  see  !  the  sun 
His  shining  course  has  just  begun  ! 
So  like  a  giant  he  comes  forth 
To  run  his  course  and  light  the  earth. 


Welcome,  thrice  welcome,  lovely  day  ! 
Thou  chasest  darksome  night  away  ; 
Oh  that  our  hearts,  like  thee,  were  bright 
With  heaven's  own  purifying  light ! 


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Lord  I  sing  thy  praise  ; 

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Waking,  Lord,  or  sleeping 

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Brother  Jacob,  snoring  now  ? 
Hear  the  school  bell  ringing  ; 

Ding,  ding,  dong  ! 

Ding,  ding,  dong  ! 


You  're  a  lazy  lout  I  trow, 
To  your  pillow  clinging  ; 

Dullest  ass 

In  the  class  ! 


Sleep  and  make  your  cheeks  more  red. 
All  your  thoughts  bestowing 

On  see-saw, 

Top  and  taw, 
Dream  of  cakes  and  gingerbread 
On  the  hedges  growing. 

So  good  night, 

Lazy  wight. 


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BOY. 


■"  Come  here,  little  Pappy,  and  cease  those  cries, 
'T  is  time  to  begin  your  exercise." 


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PUPPY. 

"  Oh,  master,  I  am  but  a  little  pup, 

I  can  learn  much  better  when  I  am  grown  up.' 


BOY. 

i4  No,  Puppy,  'tis  best  to  begin,  d'  ye  see, 

For  the  longer  you  wait  the  harder  't  will  be." 

The  puppy  soon   learned  ;   'twas  a  pleasant  sight 
To  see  him  both  sit  and  stand  upright ; 
Then  into  the  water  he  learned   to  spring, 
And  back  to  his  master  a  stick  to  bring. 
The  little  boy  saw  what  the  puppy  could  do, 
And  so  he  worked  hard,  and  was  clever  too. 


THE   WAGONER. 


The  clock  has  struck,  the  school  is  up, 
The  boys  and  girls  run  home  to  sup, 

Slate,  books,  and  pens  in  hand  : 
"  I  am  not  in  such  haste  as  they. 
My  supper  will  not  run  away," 

Says  lazy  Peter  Bland. 


And  slowly,  slowly  home  he  flits, 
And  with  his  bread  and  honey  sits 

Down  near  the  garden  gate ; 
He  hears  his  poor  goats'  plaintive  cry, 
"  Aha  !  you  're  hungry — so  am  I, 

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He  eats  his  supper  at  his  ease  ; 

Some  fruit,  too,  would  his  palate  please 

If  he  knew  how  to  take  it ; 
But  ah  !  it  drops  not  'twixt  his  teeth, 
And  't  were  hard  work  to  stand  beneath 

The  apple  tree  and  shake  it. 


At  length  the  goats'  complaining  call 
Disturbs  his  rest,  and  to  their  stall 

Right  slowly  strolls  the  lout ; 
"  Ah  !  lazy  beasts,  you  sought  fresh  food, 
You  should  have  seized  it  while  you  could, 

Now  you  must  go  without." 

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So  says  he — and  so  said,  so  done, 
He  harnesses  in  turn  each  one, 

The  black  goat  and  the  white  ; 


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The  wagon  's  in  the  court  hard  by, 
He  yokes  the  hungry  beasts,  who  try 
The  very  trees  to  bite. 


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"  See  what  a  wagoner  I  be  !  " 
He  cries,  and  urging  rapidly 

His  weary  beasts,  they  pass 
Out  through  the  gate,  across  the  fields 
To  where  the  spacious  meadow  yields 

Its  store  of  new  mown  grass. 


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And  while  he  loads  his  wagon,  lo  ! 
The  farming  man,  who  long  ago 

Came  home,  now  looks  about ; 
Nowhere  the  wagon  can  he  see, 
And  so  he  grumbles  moodily, 

"  Who  dared  to  take  it  out?  " 


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He  shuts  the  gate  ;  but  on  the  road 
He  hears  a  cracking  whip  ;  their  load 

The  goats  can  hardly  drag  on  : 
Peter  the  lazy — not  the  great — 
Is  singing,  "  Open  wide  the  gate, 

I  ?m  coming  with  my  wagon. '' 


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WINTER   AND    THE    CHILDREN. 


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Old  Winter  in  his  coat  so  white 
Is  knocking  at  the  door  to-night. 


CHILDREN. 

"  Ah,  Mr.  Winter,  is  that  you  ? 
We're  not  glad  to  see  you, — but  how  d'  ye  do  ? 
We  thought  you  a  long  way  off,  you  know, 
And  here  you  are  all  covered  with  snow ; 
But  since  you  are  come,  you  may  just  as  well 
What  you  have  brought  for  us  children  tell." 


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WINTER. 

"  Oh,  I  have  brought  you  some  presents  fine, 
A  merry  Christmas  with  cakes  and  wine. 


Plenty  of  nice 

Smooth  slippery  ice, 

Now  you  may  slide, 

And  make  snowballs  beside, 

And  soon  you  can 

Make  up  a  snow  man." 


CHRISTMAS    GIFTS. 


Christ  is  of  Christmas  gifts  the  cause  ; 
And  children  who  obey  His  laws, 
Who  to  .their  elders  reverence  bear, 
Are  neat  and  clean,  and  learn  with  care, 


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At  early  morn,  their  warm  beds  leave,- 
Such  children  will  his  gifts  receive. 


But  children  who  their  parents  scorn, 
Who  do  not  pray  at  early  morn, 
Who  snarl  and  fight  with  one  another, 
With  sister  or  with  little  brother, — 
In  short,  all  those  who  are  not  good, — 
The  old  man  will  take  to  the  wood, 
Bundled  together  in  his  sack, 
And  tumble  them  from  off  his  back 
Among  the  savage  wolves  and  bears, 
Where  for  their  crying  no  one  cares. 


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With  flowers  the  lowly  manger  dressing. 

We  '11  watch  by  Him  the  livelong  night 
His  hands  with  reverent  kisses  pressing, 

Such  thanks  His  gracious  sifts  incite. 


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And  from  Him  we  wTill  wander  never, 
But  ceaselessly  to  Him  will  pray  ; 
With  heartfelt  love  exclaiming  ever, 

'*  Oh,  Lord,  remain  with  us  alway." 


THE    VIEW    IN    THE    MILL. 


One,  two,  three, 

Merry  boys  are  we. 
Clipper,  clapper,  peppercorn, 
The  Miller's  wife  is  all  forlorn  : 
Nowhere  is  she  to  be  found, 
I  think  she  has  vanished  from  off  the  ground. 

Look  at  the  mill  now,  what  do  you  see  ? 
The  mice  from  the  window  peep  at  me  ; 
The  stork  is  stirring  the  soup  with  a  spoon  ; 
The  cat  is  sweeping  the  floor  with  a  broom  ; 
To  carry  the  dust  the  rat  has  come  ; 
The  dog  sits  up  and  beats  the  drum. 

A  little  man  sits  the  eaves  beneath, 
And  nearly  has  laughed  himself  to  death. 


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WHOSE  FATE    SO  GORY, 
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HEN. 

"  Gfo  not  down  that  distant  walk  ; 
Yonder  flies  the  savage  hawk  ; 
His  sharp  eyes  will  quickly  meet  you. 
If  you  go  T  'm  sure  he  '11  eat  you.'? 


CHICKED. 

Nasty  hawk  is  far  away, 
I  may  safely  go  and  play  : 


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Little  Jack  comes  gaily  running 

From  the  merry  land  of  funning  ; 
To  our  neighbor's  house  retreats, 
From  the  pot  the  honey  eats  ; 
Leaves  the  spoon  within  it  sticking, 
Who  will  give  the  spoon  a  licking  ? 
Who,  boys,  who  ? 


We  a  wager  bold  will  lay, 
Of  three  chains  of  gold  so  gay, 
And  of  wine  a  measure  small, 
That  it  will  be,  of  us  all, 
You,  Jack,  you. 


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A    TALE. 


A  gallant  steed,  with  a  rider  talL 
Halted  beneath  a  castle  wall  ; 
To  the  window  did  the  Lady  come. 
And  said,  "  My  Lord  is  not  at  home. 


"  Here  there  is  none  to  welcome  you 

Save  me  alone  with  my  children  two.': 

The  horseman  cried  from  out  the  wood 

"  Are  your  children  gentle  ?     Are  they  good  ?  " 


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The  Lady  said,  with  a  heavy  sigh. 

"  Ah  !  no  such  happiness  have  I, 

"  My  children  follow  evil  ways. 

"  And  heed  not  what  their  mother  says.'? 

IV. 

Then  spoke  the  horseman — and  frown'd  he  too- 
u  They  shall  their  naughty  conduct  rue  ; 
"  I  may  not  with  such  children  stay 
"  Who  their  kind  parents  disobey. 

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"  Nor  can  I  give  them  tovs  or  rings, 
"  Nor  make  them  glad  with  pretty  things  ; 
"  Such  gifts  I  keep  for  Children  who 
"  Are  good,  and  what  they  're  hidden  do." 


VI. 

So  spoke  the  horseman  in  his  wrath, 
And  spurr'd  his  horse  along  the  path ; 
And  the  gallant  steed  with  his  rider  tall 
Pass'd  far  away  from  the  castle  wall. 


THE    STORK. 


TORK,  stork,  long  legs, 
What  are  you  about  ? 
Stork,  stork,  long  beak, 
With  your  forky  snout. 


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Shall  we  hurt  your  feelings,  pray, 
Laughing  at  your  stockings  gay  ? 
There  you  are  at  home,  at  rest, 
Safe  within  your  lofty  nest. 
Why  last  night  did  you  not  bring 
A  baby  underneath  your  wing  ? 
Tf  you  had  left  it  in  the  yard, 
We  had  there  kept  watch  and  ward  ; 
If  you  had  left  it  on  the  stair, 
We  had  rocked  its  cradle  there. 

But,  since  you  have  nothing  brought, 
Mind  what  you  're  about ; 

Stork,  stork,  long  beak, 

With  your  forky  snout. 


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Heaven  bless  my  little  Jessie  ! 

I  Ve  been  walking  in  the  wood  : 
For  you  I  've  found  a  bird,  Jessie  ; 

It  would  leave  me  if  it  could. 


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Will  you  then  accept  a  present  ? 

Take  it,  Jessie,  kindly  take  ! 
It  will  ever  sing  a  pleasant 

Cheerful  song  for  thy  dear  sake. 


With  one  favor  may  I  task  you  ? 

Yes — you  '11  grant  it  I  '11  engage. 
For  the  little  bird  I  ask  you 

Just  to  buy  a  little  cage. 
And  do  n't  forget,  now  that  't  is  caught,  a 

Little  trough  to  hold  its  seed, 
Another  little  trough  for  water, 

And  a  happy  life  't  will  lead. 


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With  his  rider  rearing,  prancing, 
Not  a  single  step  advancing. 
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H^   My  fine  pony  see. 


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Skip,  jump,  hop  ! 

Stop,  my  pony,  stop  ! 
Ere  again  so  gaily  spring  we, 
We  a  feed  of  corn  will  bring  thee. 

Skip,  and  jump,  and  hop, 

Stop,  my  pony,  stop. 

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Well-a-day  ! 

Pony  eats  no  hay  ; 
We  will  buy  some  oats  or  borrow, 
Then  he  '11  trot  right  well  to-morrow. 

Ohone  !  well-a-day  ! 

Pony  eats  no  hay. 


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A  happy  life  doth  the  courier  lead, 
Riding  all  day  on  a  gallant  steed. 

His  spurs  are  the  brightest  that  can  be  worn, 
And  merrily  rings  his  lusty  horn  ; 

And  hill  and  valley  echo  back 

The  noise  of  his  long  whip's  sounding  crack. 

Oh,  if  a  Courier  I  might  be, 
I  'd  gallop  away  right  merrily  ; 
Hurra  !  hurra  !  hurra  ! 


SONG   FOR   BOYS    AT    PLAY. 


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HE  rider  is  riding 
•4  -T'  Over  the  ditch  ; 

If  he  rides  that  way, 
In  he  must  pitch. 
Eyes  and  nose  ! 
Down  he  goes. 

CHORUS. 

A  man  has  fallen  in  the  stream, 
Quickly  down  he  sunk  ; 

The  foolish  fellow  safe  had  been, 
If  he  had  not  been  drunk. 


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Bow  and  arrow  bearing. 

Over  hill  and  dale, 
Lo,  the  archer  daring, 

Bids  the  morning  hail. 


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II. 

As  the  eagle  soaring 

Seems  a  king  to  be, 

To  the  wilds  exploring, 
Like  a  king  goes  he. 

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He  rules  o'er  the  distance, 

Where  his  arrows  fly  ; 
Vain  is  all  resistance, 

Beast  or  bird  must  die. 


SIT    DOWN    ON    THE    TURF    WITH    ME. 


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The  lambkin  in  the  pasture  green 
Has  wool  as  soft  as  silken  sheen, 
And  round  its  neck  a  bright  red  band  ; 
It  eats  crumbs  from  the  children's  hand, 
Merrily,  lambkin,  play  ! 


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Jump  !  see  how  high  the  lambkin  springs  ! 
The  bell  upon  its  neck  it  rings  : 
That  bell  which  on  the  bright  red  band 
Was  fastened  by  Mamma's  own  hand. 
Jump  high,  my  lambkin  gay  ! 


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Ma  !  ma  !  it  cries  for  very  joy  ; 
No  one  would  dare  its  peace  annoy. 
Its  innocence  all  hearts  doth  warm. 
Oh  !  let  me  stroke  thy  pretty  form, 
My  little  pet,  I  pray  ! 


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WHEN   THE  SNAIL  IN  ITS  SHELL  KEEPS  STILL 
ITS    HEAD. 


Snail^  put  your  horns  out  quick,  I  say, 

Or  I  will  crack  your  shell  so  gay  ; 

Or  I  will  throw  you  in  yon  deep  ditch, 

Where  you  may  hear  the  raven  screech  ; 

Or  I  will  fling  you  behind  the  house. 

To  be  nibbled  at  by  a  hungry  mouse  ; 

Or  I  will  seek  the  deepest  of  bogs, 

And  leave  you  to  fatten  the  toads  and  frogs. 

Out  with  your  horns,  snail,  quick,  I  say, 

Out  with  your  horns,  snail,  while  you  may. 


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NOW    LIST    TO    WHAT    THE    LAZY    MAID. 


I  am  thinking,  night  and  day, 
That  mine  ?s  a  weary  place  ; 
With  a  fan  I  drive  the  flies 
From  off  the  baby's  face, 


While  the  rest  are  dancing  gay, 
I  must  by  the  cradle  stay, 
On  its  rocking  fix  my  thought  ; 
Sleep,  you  little  good  for  nought ! 


THE  BROOM  AND  THE  ROD  COME  FROM 
THE  SAME  TREE. 


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The  broom,  boys,  the  broom,  boys- 
What  do  they  with  it  ? 
They  sweep  with  it 
The  room  boys. 


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The  rod,  boys,  the  rod,  boys- 
What  do  they  with  it  ? 
They  flog  with  it, 
Yes,  flog,  boys. 


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Lads  only,  not  lasses  ; 

For  girls'  care,  you  see, 

Boys'  industry 

Surpasses. 


NOW,  MY  DEARS,  I'D  HAVE  YOU  KNOW. 


My  name  's  little  Joe, 
Very  little  I  know. 
Mother  to  me  a  story  tell, 
And  I  will  try  to  learn  it  well  : 
So  when  I  'm  asked  another  day, 
I  may  then  with  courage  say, — 
"  My  name  's  little  Joe, 
A  fine  story  I  know.'* 


NOW    HEAR    BEHIND   THE  ARM-CHAIR'S   BACK. 


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The  sermon's  begun ; 
A  cow  and  a  calf, 
j£[  You  now  have  heard  half; 

A  cock  and  hen  dead, 
The  sermon  is  ended. 


Now  go  home  good  people  all, 
And  hold  a  feast  both  great  and  small. 
Have  you  aught  ? 

Now  eat  it. 
Have  you  naught? 
Forget  it. 


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If  you  have  plenty,  be  not  greedy, 
But  share  it  with  the  poor  and  needy  ; 
If  you  have  little,  take  good  care. 
To  give  the  little  birds  a  share. 


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THE   BEWILDERED    COOK. 


For  my  dumpling  I  've  got 

Neither  salt  nor  suet ; 
And  without  e'er  a  pot 

How  am  I  to  do  it  ? 
To  the  potter  I  will  go, 
Another  pot  to  buy  you  know. 
While  I  am  running  through  the  town 
A  little  hunchback  knocks  me  down. 


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ROUND    RINGL 


Ring,  round  ring, 

The  children  sing. 
Under  the  holly  bush, 
All  cry  out,  Hush  !  hush  !  hush  ! 

Hear  our  call ! 

Sit  down  all ! 


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There  sat  in  a  ring  a  lady  tall, 
And  round  her  seven  children  small 
What  like  they  to  eat  ? 

Fish  so  fine. 
What  drink  they  ?     Neat 

Currant  wine. 
Hear  our  call, 
Sit  down  all. 


IF    ANY    BOY    FOR    A    SOUDIER    WOULD    GO. 


The  lad  who  would  a  soldier  be 
Must  have  a  musket  tall, 

And  learn  to  load  it  cleverly. 
With  powder  and  with  ball. 


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By  his  left  side,  in  leathern  band, 
A  sword  he  must  not  lack  ; 

So  both  far  off  and  hand  to  hand 
The  foe  he  may  attack. 

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A  horse  he  '11  want  to  ride  a-field, 

With  spurs  of  silver  bright, 
And  bit  and  rein,  to  make  it  yield. 

When  restive  in  the  fight. 


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A  fine  moustache  beneath  his  nose, 

A  helmet  on  his  head  ; 
Else,  when  the  martial  trumpet  blows. 

He  were  as  good  as  dead. 


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My  comrade  there  who  's  wounded 

Was  good  as  good  could  be, 
He  when  the  trumpet  sounded, 
Where  peril  most  abounded, 

Kept  step  and  marched  with  me. 


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There  came  a  bullet  flying, — 

Must  I  or  he  be  slain  ? 
It  struck  him — there  he  ?s  lying, 
Close  by  my  feet  he  's  dying, 

Upon  the  blood-stained  plain. 


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Our  lot  that  ball  did  sever ; 

Henceforth,  where'er  I  be, 
My  hand  may  touch  his  never. 
And  so  farewell  for  ever, 

My  comrade  brave,  to  thee. 


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Little  Jacky  Sprat  to 

Dolly  Dumpling  said — 
"  We  '11  go  in  the  garden 

'Neath  the  pear  tree's  shade. 


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You  shake  down  the  small, 
And  then  we'll  run  back  home,  with 
Pears  and  basrs  and  all." 


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THE    BEE 


See  how  the  laboring  honey-bee, 
Both  late  and  early  flies  ; 

Each  flower  she  visits  carefully, 
And  every  blossom  tries. 


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Busily  goes  she  far  and  wide, 

And,  with  industrious  care, 
Doth  in  the  sunny  summer  tide 

Her  winter  food  prepare. 


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I  would  not  for  a  thousand  pound 
To  lose  my  head  consent ; 

For  then  I  should  run  round  and  round. 
Not  knowing  where  I  went. 

ii. 
The  people  all  who  walked  about 

Would  stare,  I  bet  a  guinea, 
And  say,  "  Hilloa  !  good  folks  look  out ! 

There  goes  a  silly  ninny." 


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DRESSINO    THE    HAIR. 


My  darling,  hold  your  head  quite  still, 
Your  hair  with  neatness  plait  I  will  ; 
With  ribbons  red  the  bands  I  '11  tie, 
And  violets  blue,  and  rosemary. 


ii. 
Stand  still,  my  darling,  like  a  lamb  ; 
The  comb  about  to  fix  I  am, 
Then  place  the  rosy  wreath  above, 
And  so  you  will  be  dressed  my  love. 


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0-DAY,  which  yesterday  its  name 
Did  from  To-morrow  borrow, 

Will  its  ephemeral  title  claim 
From  Yesterday  to-morrow. 


ii. 
To-morrow — which  we  never  see. 

Though  never  far  away — 
What  will  its  name  to-morrow  be  ? 

'Twill  then  be  called  To-day. 


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COME    HERE,    MY    JESSIE!    TELL    TO    ME. 


I  would  not  be  an  eagle  fierce, 
With  nest  upon  a  rock, 

Stealing  the  harmless  little  lambs 
From  the  poor  shepherd's  flock. 


ii. 


I  would  not  be  a  moping  owl, 
Snoring  in  bed  all  day, 

And  pouncing  on  the  mice  at  night, 
When  they  come  out  to  play. 


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No — I  would  be  a  lark,  and  mount 
From  the  daisy  spangled  sod, 

With  twinkling  wings  to  Heaven's  gate, 
Singing  the  praise  of  God. 


THE    FAIRIES. 


In  the  summer  night, 

When  the  moon  shines  bright, 

And  the  air  is  calm  and  still, 
The  fairies  wake 
By  stream  and  lake, 

In  valley  and  on  hill. 


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From  the  pale  blue-bell, 
In  the  forest  dell, 

From  the  water  lily's  cup  ; 
And  from  sweet  repose 
In  the  fragrant  rose, 

The  tiny  fays  spring  up. 


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With  mirth  and  glee, 
And  minstrelsey, 

Their  revels  they  renew  ; 
The  feast  they  eat 
Is  honey  sweet, 

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And  round  and  round. 
On  the  mossy  ground, 

They  dance  with  might  and  main; 
But  at  morning's  light 
They  flee  from  sight, 

And  hide  in  the  flowers  again. 


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A  greedy  young  Hawk,  very  early  one  day. 

Accosted  an  Owl  in  the  following  way  : — 

"  Good  day,  Mrs.  Owl,  may  I  know  why  you  roam  ? 

I  thought  in  the  day-time  you  never  left  home.5' 

"  Last  night,  Mr.  Hawk,  I  could  meet  with  no  mice, 

And  my  owlets  are  longing  for  something  that 's  nice  : 

You  too,  I  suppose,  are  in  search  of  some  food  ; — 

Your  politeness,  I  'm  sure,  will  protect  my  young  brood." 

"  Oh  !  certainly,  ma'am  ;  but  for  fear  of  mistakes, 

Describe  them  : — my  want  of  experience  makes 

Me  ask  you  this  favor.     I  'm  curious  in  fowls, 

But  ne'er  in  my  life  have  I  met  with  young  owls." 

"  The  task  is  a  pleasure  as  well  as  a  duty, 

They  are  easily  known  by  their  exquisite  beauty  : 


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Last  Monday,  dear  sir,  was  the  day  of  their  birth, 

And  such  lovely  young  creatures  were  ne'er  seen  on  earth/ 

They  parted  ;  and,  passing  an  old  ruin's  side, 

The  Hawk  heard  a  squeaking — "  here's  something,"  he 

cried. 
And  spying  a  hole  he  at  once  entered  in, 
And  found  the  young  birds  who  occasioned  the  din. 
t;  Tis  clear  these  are  not  my  friend's  nestlings,"  said  he, 
^  For  such  hideous  monsters  I  never  did  see." 
So  he  ate  the  poor  owlets  all  up  in  a  trice, 
And  when  the  old  mother  came  back  with  her  mice 
She  found  the  nest  empty,  and  cried  "  well-a-day  ! 
I  now  see  how  justly  my  father  did  say — 
'  Remember,  my  child,  in  old  age  or  in  youth, 
There  is  no  gocd  excuse  for  not  telling  the  truth.*  " 


THE    ASS, 


HE  Ass  is  scorn'd  by  thoughtless  boys, 

And  passes  weary  days, 
And  all  cry,  "  What  a  horrid  noise  !" 
When  the  poor  creature  brays. 


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But  patiently  he  bears  his  load, 

Or  draws  his  master's  cart 
iVlong  the  rough  and  hilly  road 

From  town  or  village  mart, 

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And  children  who  refuse  to  walk 

The  way  their  teacher  asks, 
And  spend  their  time  in  foolish  talk. 

When  they  should  learn  their  tasks, 


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Will  be  hereafter,  as  in  youth, 
The  lowest  of  their  class, 

And  may  be  called,  with  perfect  truth, 
More  stupid  than  an  ass. 


THE    BUTTERFLY 


Yon  Butterfly,  whose  airy  form 
Flits  o'er  the  garden  wall, 

Was  once  a  little  crawling  worm. 
And  could  not  fly  at  all. 


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The  little  worm  was  then  enclosed 

Within  a  shell-like  case, 
And  there  it  quietly  reposed 

Until  its  change  took  place, 

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And  now  on  red  and  purple  wings 

It  roves,  as  free  as  air, 
Visiting  all  the  lovely  things 

That  make  the  earth  so  fair. 


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And  we — if  humbly  we  behave, 
And  do  the  will  of  God,  \ 

And  strive  to  foil  ,w,  to  our  grave, 
The  paths  the  saints  have  trod- 


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Shall  find  a  change  more  glorious  far 
Than  that  which  came  to  light 

When,  bursting  through  its  prison  bar. 
The  butterfly  took  flight. 


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Through  Christ,  who  reigns  above  the  skies, 

To  us  it  will  be  given 
Aloft  on  angels'  wings  to  rise 

And  taste  the  joys  of  Heaven. 


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